How to recycle fruit and vegetable packaging

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Plastic is everywhere these days, and it is even the material in which fruits and vegetables are almost always packaged. But did you know that you don’t necessarily have to throw away the classic trays in which these products are sold? You can recycle them in a creative and fun way by giving them a second life: here are a few ideas for reusing them.

It has probably happened to you too that you collect plastic containers—the classic containers for fruit and vegetables, but also for other products like dried fruit: sometimes you throw them away, but sometimes you keep them in the cupboard hoping they might come in handy someday, without knowing exactly what for. We have a tip: plastic containers can easily be recycled and serve as handy, not only nice, but also sustainable packaging for everyday use. Here you will find the most creative ways to recycle fruit and vegetable containers.

1. Use trays to organize drawers.
Drawers at home, in the kitchen but also elsewhere, often get quite messy. So why not make homemade organizers out of fruit bowls? They are very handy for placing in drawers and neatly storing small items, separated from each other: in the kitchen, for example, you can use them for spices or kitchen utensils, while in the rest of the house you can use them for all kinds of items, from hair ties to hairpins, from sewing supplies to pens, erasers, and various stationery.

2. Use trays as storage

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